I like to be able to come and go as I please, and I don't really like having my face and name plastered around. I think it's a bit weird to have your name plastered on every page in a magazine, where in each case you're using a different piece of equipment.
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In my life, I don't need to have my face plastered everywhere. It's not really something I want.
quote by Alexis Bledel
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Tabloid Moments
An escaping from those tabloid moments,
Seems to be an incredible impossibility.
Plastered on everything that is moving,
Are advertisements reminding...
What's on TV, what to eat, how to dress
And what to read.
Intimate details of celebrities,
Has made the paparazzi a new industry.
And the squeezing of produce in a grocery store,
One is reminded which 'star' is on what diet.
Is it celery and grapefruit?
And what are avocados used for?
An escaping from those tabloid moments,
Seems to be an incredible impossibility.
Plastered on everything that is moving,
Are advertisements reminding...
What's on TV, what to eat, how to dress
And what to read.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is In Their Eyes
I am not one of the muppets.
Having fantasies is not my dilemma!
Dissecting it from those
Trapped in costumes
Disguising their worth...
Is the utmost challenge,
All of us face today!
Since masquerading is coming to an end.
These folks have 'never' been exposed.
Without unmasking their true feelings.
And it is in their eyes,
A desire to be freed!
Although Mickey and Minnie...
Will forever have plastered smiles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I would love to expose multiple younger generations to Frank's music. It's not an easy task because It's not ever going to be plastered all over the radio for the masses.
quote by Dweezil Zappa
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Piece Of Crap (Eddie Vedder & Ministry) (White Label Demo)
Neil Young) (various dates)
Tried to save the trees, bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out, it was a piece 'a crap...piece of crap...
Wanted an LP, only had CD's
Digitally clean, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Bought myself a can, thought it'd take me far
The dealer was a liar, he was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Got it from my friend, on him you can depend
I found out in the end, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I'm trying to save the trees, I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down to build a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Picked up a magazine to read about the scene
It didn't tell me beans, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I went back to the store, they gave me four more
The guy told me at the door it was a piece of crap...
It was a piece of crap
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Towards sunset we had cleared down to the level of the 12th step, which was sufficient to expose a large part of the upper portion of a plastered and sealed doorway.
quote by Howard Carter
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The Show Must Go On
I walk through the halls at school
A smile plastered to my face
I smile and wave at every fool
And never do I dropp my pace
As I chitchat throughout the day
And laugh and walk and smile
I keep hoping someone will say
You need to stop all this wile
But nobody seems to detect
No one seems to care
That I am no where near perfect
And under my smile is a glare
So I keep up my act
As every actress must do
While I know that for a fact
That cuts tomorrow will be new
poem by Lauren Renee'
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Risk Is Not Without Equal Risk.
My names John and as much I would like to say yes, I'd have say no. For I don't even know you.
Other then what's plastered across this page.
My age is not fictitious, and I'm not looking to get with some young party girl.
And I've read multiple of your poems and that's what it seems like you are.
As much as I'm not looking.
I am looking for a type, and I already don't think you come even close to fitting that bill.
And the next message will probably not so nice.
But I don't care.
If you can not be honest with yourself then theirs something wrong.
I don't live in a fantasy world.
You live in cali.
I live in pa.
So a lot of the interest dies right there.
I gave up everything for a girl once who lived in Florida, and it left me homeless.
I will never do that again.
Not for something I can not touch, taste, feel.
The words are emotionless and are not real.
Risk is not without equal risk.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Holiday Heat
Sticky, plastered paint peels
From sun dusted walls,
As shadows creep backwards,
Towards the point of the day,
Where,
Heat blasts it's volcanic breath,
To bake
Those who dare.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Nothing For Nothing
Plagiarism is
an inappropriate appropriation.
Signature plastered page
lays claim to sealed sentences.
Creativity is minor mind merge
between creator and creator.
Stolen is nothing
gleamed of unaccessed
cosmic consciousness.
Forger fakes nothing
except unacknowledged played
out spent claim.
Pioneer moves
mountainous mother-load
staking unknown
unrecorded name.
Stolen spent spatial memories
maketh not mesmerizing mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In Defence of Pornography
Some people might think that I'm obscene
Lusting for a model in a magazine,
But I won't be punished for trying to rape her,
She's only a picture on a piece of paper!
Who cares what they think in any case!
Most men are attracted to a pretty face
And as I'm just dealing in two dimensions
It doesn't really matter about my intentions!
The Devil can take the priests for despising
Us men and young boys for fantasizing!
No doubt they would like to monitor our thoughts
And find us all guilty in celestial courts! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Juggling
Standing in a milk line you were
talking of depravity, of blood lines
and the breast enhancement.
A teenage fringe bomber wants
to sew the civil society and explodes
himself before the empty bakery.
A young gal throws her son
from the ninth floor and then jumps
to get the justice from indifferent god.
Can we talk and wash away our
guilt? Crossing the river was
not enough, we need drinking water.
Bits of human flesh are plastered
on the walls. The death wears a
face of daddy to kill the times.
poem by Satish Verma
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Time!
My mind
races
back to
another
place
in time.
Time..!
How do
we
define
the
term?
It is
forever
plastered
in my
mind.
Time..!
cannot be
erased.
poem by Heather Burns
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Time
My mind
races
back to
another
place
in time.
Time..!
How do
we
define
the
term?
It is
forever
plastered
in my
mind.
Time..!
cannot be
erased.
poem by Heather Burns
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On patrol
The AK-47 bullet
hangs as a pendant
with dog tags around my neck
(it could have been a memento
made of gold from you,
but our love is through,
shattered into pieces)
and it swings to and thro
while I bend to wash my face
in the cold water of the stream
enemy boot tracks
lay plastered in the mud
on the riverbank and in the stream
I spot two dots, barely showing eyes
where a crocodile drifts on the prowl
and this morning the bush, the river
smells different, somewhat peaceful
as if no man has ever wandered here
but the sub-machinegun
next to me, keeps reminding me
that death lurks everywhere.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Weird Science
(weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from the hand
Were makin
(weird science)
Things Ive never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination
(weird science)
Not what teacher said to do
Makin dreams come true
Living tissue, warm flesh
(weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces (and)
Bits and pieces (and)
Chorus
(bits of) my creation--is it real?
Its my creation--i do not know
No hesitation--no heart of gold
Just flesh and blood--i do not know
From my heart and from my hand
Why dont people understand
My intentions . . . . oooh, weird . . . .
Weird science!!
(weird science)
Magic and technology
Voodoo dolls and chants
Electricity
Were makin
(weird science)
Fantasy and microchips
Shooting from the hip
Something different
Were makin
(weird science)
Pictures from a magazine
Diagrams and charts
Mending broken hearts (and makin)
(weird science)
Something like a recipe
Bits and pieces . . . .
Bits and pieces . . . .
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Ode to Phylicia
With both hands held
tightly to the rail,
you looked over the room
like a land baron overseeing
his vineyard.
From your cradled space
you paced from one end
to the other, unaided;
your countenance plastered
with self-reliance
and determination.
This was long time before
you played Tinkerbell
or made the Honor Roll
but a father could see
your brilliance gleaming.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Of late
…and singe the night air with embers
Of my ego plastered with Paris
Past lingers on, the perfume stays in bed
All day to wake lazy toes.
I'm a dew dropp on the autumn leaf
Afraid of smiles that wade through
A sea of thoughts
Interrupted by the doorbell.
Wait a while stranger.
Let the trees bathe in the blue
And that whisper of light stay.
I want to sin.
poem by Shalini Rao
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I used to think that anyone doing anything weird was weird. I suddenly realized that anyone doing anything weird wasn't weird at all and it was the people saying they were weird that were weird.
quote by Paul McCartney
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Clown Up
Muscle torned -
I collide into straight through another bend -
What rips the edges of my heart -
Pain which burns my fire into flames -
With veins plastered into my flesh -
Smacked into the sky -
I bond to the cracks -
Bones leaking marrow -
My blue print to life -
My storm is trapped inside from, spoken to the wings, whichhe outside -
What narrows the arrow to a sparrow -
Black is black to a crow -
The forgotten blood of the army -
Which lost to the white in snow -
Do not climb; be the ladder -
So you will remember to go up, instead of down -
As blueberries pie in the face of a clown
poem by Unic Cjonr
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